May/June 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 3 Nature's NatureMay 1, 2016 |

We’re Not Insects

though we keep time, sort of. And make our own white noise. Ask the half-deaf who lean closer, every word bottom of a well, under rock and water and here comes the bucket on a rope, hitting the mossy sides the whole way up, here where cicadas begin in the body, all its pools and deeps and dusk. Insects that never entered the garden of Eden by invitation but their triumph, their pulse and their pulse.

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